Dear Kristina, i really didn't mean ta,
hurt ya the way, it actually seems ta,
be that i was your "knight in shining armor",
that decided fuck the damsel and ended up harmin her,
sorry for, hurtin ya but i don't want to jerk,
your thoughts around the idea we would ever work,
cause i'm just a disaster worse than going to heaven,
worse than poor curers, and worse than 9/11,
nerves of this curse, to let her ever lay,
on my bed, and breathe in the words that i say,
actions are the bullets and words the gun to shoot it,
aim for my chest point blank and drive right through it,
know what i read was something i helped you feel,
now i see how everyone i write about truly feels,
don't want it to be real well then maybe i should,
tell you a lie and for me you'd be no good.